Werifesteria

Memories

Nicole's POV:
  "Elijah?" I look up at the boy I once knew and suddenly realize that he's changed a lot. He's no longer skinny, but about averagely muscular. His blue green eyes are now just hazel. His brown hair is now black.
   "I haven't seen you in forever. How are you​? How's Natasha?" Immediately I look down.. I never had the chance to tell him.
    "My mother and her passed away awhile ago." Silence. He's no longer smiling and raises the notepad.
    "What would you guys like?" He looks towards Sam who seems shocked​ about the fact that he abruptly ended conversation with no questions asked.
    "Vegetable omelette with a side of hash brown. Caramel Mocha, no whipped cream." He shuts the menu and looks at me, raising a brow trying to get to know who Eli is.
    "And you?" He doesn't look at me.
    "Waffles with fresh strawberries and blueberries, little whipped cream. Iced Vanilla Coffee." As soon as I finish my sentence he immediately grabs the menu from my hand and then grabs Sam's. With nothing else being said, he leaves.
   "Who the hell was that?" Sam asks in a hushed whisper.
   "My sister's ex. We used to be friends but then he stopped coming around. Stopped calling. Stopped everything. Natasha just figured he didn't want to see her anymore so they broke up and not even two weeks later the accident happened." I look down and try to clear the lump out of my throat. It just hurts to think that maybe if he stayed something would've been different. Sam reaches across the table and grabs my hand, giving me a comforting smile.
   "Want to talk about something else?" He asks, eyes lighting up. It's little things like this that make me appreciate him so much. I can be bummed or pissed or whatever and he doesn't push it, he just helps change the topic: helps take my mind off of it.
   "More than anything." Mustering up a weak smile, I see Elijah coming over with the food. He places them down gently and sets the drinks on the table before walking away.
   "At least he didn't throw em." Sam picks up the fork and I nod along.
   "True, true." I take a bite of my waffle. "Is Dean like always having sex and being an asshole?" I ask and Sam chokes a little on his food, laughing a little.
    "Yeah, basically. He's either being a complete asshole except to Alex or he's having sex and then being​ an asshole again." He smirks. "He's not bad though, not really. I think it's just an act." I sip some of the coffee.
   "What? His attitude? Why would he act like a jerk?" Another bite.
    "Have you ever heard the saying 'He feels like the worst so he acts like the best'?" I nod and he continues "My father is a very bossy man, inconsiderate. My brother practically raised me. I swear, the man would come home and walk right past Dean without even acknowledging him and when he did it was either about​ me or something about a hunt. I understand where he's coming from I used to feel that way." He looks at me and I have never really asked about his childhood before, I mean I did but he didn't want to talk about it.
  "Wanna talk about it?" He nods and pushes his food away from him, now finished.
  "I always felt like this freak. I always moved and never really had a chance to have relationships with people or even finish an assignment before getting hauled to some other motel. Dad wouldn't even be there most of the time. Just me and Dean. He'd drop us off at a motel and have Alex's dad, Bobby, enroll us." He smiles weakly. "People would bully me, I would bully others, and then I'd go home and contemplate one of two things: how my brother would end up meeting his fate by some creature my dad ordered him to hunt, or how the hell I'd get out of that place. Well, when I was 13 we moved in with Alex and for once I was actually comfortable. I had my brother safe by my side and I was okay and we made a friend.. Dean and her would take me places like the water park, baseball games.." he pauses and looks at me, my heart ready to scream. How in the world can one person endure so much and still manage to smile? "First year I celebrated the 4th of July, fireworks and everything." He smiles brightly and I finish my meal.
   "Sam I don't know if I should apologize or congratulate you." Honestly, it's true.
    "You don't have to say anything. Just.. be careful." He squeezes my hand a little meaning that it was a promise I'd have to keep.
    "I'm always careful. Careful is my middle name, well, after danger that is." I smirk and he gives me a bitch face. I put the tip on the table and he pays. When I walk out the door he comes running after me before swooping me off of my feet and spinning me. I squeal in between laughs and wrap my arms around his neck, nuzzling my face into his shirt.
    "What was that for?" I look up at him, an uncontrollable smile pulling at my lips.
    "Always wanted to do that." He smiles and kisses my nose before walking again.
     "Are you gonna put me down?"
      "Nope." Deciding not to fight, and being too lazy, I let him carry me.